Chapter 25 #2
I leaned forward. “So, that’s a no to the bag?”
“It’s a hell to the no, and I told his ass that too, with even more words.” Deja snapped her fingers. “I don’t know what type of women Rin messed with before me, but they weren’t sisters and they were probably basic. Bitches were too happy to put a bag over their heads and open their legs.”
Nika coughed on smoke. “Wait. He’s fucking with bags over bitches’ heads?”
“I don’t care if he is next in line to be an emperor or not. What the fuck that got to do with me?” Deja held her joint to the side. “I’m the Queen. As far as I know that trumps the bitch ass emperor and anyone in line for the throne.”
Poor Rin.
I smirked.
You didn’t even know what you signed up for.
“No way. We had to change it all.” She waved some of the smoke in front of her. “New rules. New standards. New decor. New setting.”
Nika bobbed her head. “Queen things.”
“Exactly.”
I chuckled and took a hit of the joint. Smoke rose within me and that euphoric feeling hit my system instantly, telling me that Zo had rolled these strong.
I blew out smoke. "Did you ever take that leash off?"
Deja leaned her head to the side and tried to change the subject. “Did you ever get that big cock you were screaming about when your Dragon carried you away?”
I coughed and then laughed.
Nika shook her head. “I’m so glad Nyomi is finally getting some dick.”
I cleared my throat. “Since we’re sharing, yes. I did get some big cock right in the elevator and it was good. Now your turn, Deja.”
Her frown returned. “Why are you so nosy?”
“Did you fuck Rin or not?”
That blush appeared again.
“Oh God!” Nika covered her face, almost burning herself with the joint. “What did he do to my cousin?”
Then, I shifted into investigative journalist mode. “I’m not letting this go. I’m going to follow you around this island for the rest of the day asking the same question over and over.”
A wicked smirk spread across Deja's face. “Fine. Yes, Nyomi with your nosy ass.”
“Damn right I’m nosy. Big nosy. I want details.”
She pointed at me. “You’re not getting any damn details.”
“Did you take off the leash?”
She blinked. “No. . .not until this morning.”
The porch erupted. Even Tsukiko and Ayame.
All I could picture was Rin fucking her as she yanked that leash and moaned, “Harder, little doggy.”
"Wait. Wait. Wait." Nika put out her joint and stood up. “This is the fastest you’ve ever given it up. Are you sure he didn’t poison you?”
"Listen." Deja held up her hands, still blushing, still giggling. The giggle kept escaping her like a hiccup she couldn't control. "I'm not sprung, but he. . ."
She stopped, bit her lip, shook her head. "He’s insanely sexy, especially with his shirt off and that hair down. So much muscle and he’s. . .big where it counts. . .even Queens can bow at times."
Nika's mouth dropped open.
I widened my eyes. “Oh my God!”
Deja covered her face with both hands and laughed into them. "I don't even know how to describe what’s going on with us."
"Try!" I demanded. I was so locked in that my head was starting to hurt. As far as I was concerned I wasn’t getting all the details fast enough.
Deja dropped her hands. “He’s different. That’s it. So I’m just. . .checking this out.”
I leaned further over. “And?”
“Nyomi, that’s it.”
“Girl, I feel like I need to know more—”
“That is all you are getting—”
“Oh, come on. I’m on the edge of my seat. This is a bullshit cliffhanger—”
“I am not a book, Ms. Journalist. Mind your business.”
“Okay.” I held up my hands. “Can you at least tell me how he is different?”
"You know how men in New York are. They walk around stomping, talking about how powerful they are, how much money they got, how many people they know. They're loud about it. They got to prove it."
Nika and I nodded.
Tsukiko and Ayame just listened.
"He doesn't say shit." Deja's voice softened.
The blush stayed on her cheeks but the giggle quieted.
"He doesn't have to. He's just elegant. He's just who he is. And somehow he knows what I want before I say it. Knows how I feel. Knows what I need. Like. . .he’s fucking locked in.
He anticipates everything. The way I like to be touched.
What I want to drink or eat. When I want to talk and when I want to be quiet.
When I just need to be. . .held. . .I don't know how he does it.
I don't fucking understand it. But I love it. "
Silence.
Then Nika leaned forward and put her chin in her hand. "Cousin. You are sprung."
"I'm not—"
"You are."
"I'm just saying he's a good man."
"You said you fucking love it."
Deja closed her eyes. "I do love it."
"Sprung."
Deja’s eyes snapped open. "I'm not sprung."
"You're wearing white, Deja."
"So?"
"You don’t wear white." Nika gestured at her with both hands. "And now you’re wearing rich-bitch-from-Connecticut white.”
“Girl.” Deja rolled her eyes. “It’s just a color. No big deal.”
“Dude is turning you into a Stepford wife.” Nika shook her head. “You said I could leave this afternoon and go back to New York, but I’m worried for you.”
“I’ll be fine, Nika. You’ve got those babies to check on.”
“You better call me if something gets crazy.” Nika pointed to me. “Make sure you check in with her daily.”
“I will.” I nodded. “So, you’re leaving this afternoon, Nika?”
She checked her watch. “In about three hours. There’s going to be a helicopter that takes me to the private plane. I told them to come with me.”
I tilted my head to the side. “Who?”
Nika pointed to Hiroko’s assistants. “They’ve never been to New York. Japanese dude said they would let the plane sit in New York for a week to let them hang out and then it would bring them back.”
I assumed Japanese dude was Reo.
Ayame grinned. “We’re excited to see America.”
“You both will have tons of fun.” I leaned back in my chair and looked back at Deja. “So. . .he makes you happy?”
“Hey, we barely know each other but for now. . .yes. . .so I’ll see where this goes.” She shrugged. “First time, I don’t like something, I’m gone.”
Tsukiko and Ayame exchanged glances. They knew like I did. . .there was no leaving a Fang.
We were all silent for a minute. Nika just smoked and watched her cousin with shock. I made a note to give Zo his money.
And then out of nowhere, Deja confessed, “I thought he was a virgin. . ."
I went still.
"When we started, Rin had this innocence about him. Like he didn't quite know where to put his hands or where to look or. . .Like he was being careful in a way that wasn't shy, just. . .so fucking careful."
You’re not only his first bad bitch.
My heart warmed.
You’re the first woman he’s had sex with that didn’t have a bag on her face. The first time. . .he’d been able to look at the eyes of the woman beneath him. . .
"And then once he got comfortable. . .he wasn't innocent anymore." Deja's blush deepened. "Whatever he was being careful about, he got over it real fast. That man was not a virgin."
Nika whooped.
I chuckled.
Eventually after several minutes, the conversation shifted to playful memories of the party.
Tsukiko and Ayame had been quiet most of the time, but their shoulders had relaxed as they smoked with us, and I could tell they were comfortable in a way they weren't always comfortable.
When it got quiet again, I looked over at Zo as he slept and thought of my sleeping slave in the cage. “Tsukiko and Ayame, do you have any idea who I could give my slave to?”
Nika scowled. “Slave?”
"My slave. The guy in the leather bodysuit crawling around on the floor."
Nika pointed to the door. “Dude in the cage?”
“Yes. I need someone to take him."
Deja sat up. "Wait, what?"
Nika leaned in. "Take him where?"
I put out the joint. "If I keep him, Kenji is going to kill him. I've only had him for a few days and I can already see what's coming. Kenji doesn't like another man in my space. And my slave. . .he doesn't deserve that. He hasn't done anything wrong. He just needs a master."
“Shoot.” Nika quirked her brows. “If someone takes him, is there a check involved? Like you know. . .foster kid, foster mother thing?”
I scowled. “No.”
Ayame nodded. "Actually. Yes. He's a special case. He’s pretty rich. A millionaire."
“Oh.” I blinked. “Is he?”
“Yes." She folded her hands in her lap. "His name is Archer."
I made a note of that.
She continued, "He came to Hiroko about five years ago. He was an orphan, lost his mother very young. He grew up in the system. He was smart, though. Very smart.”
Tsukiko added, “He started working with a tech company when he was seventeen and learned how to code. He worked his way up. Eventually he started writing his own apps. One of them did very well. Then another. By the time he was in his late twenties, he'd retired."
Nika whistled.
"He's a very wealthy man." Ayame nodded. "But he has no family. He came to Hiroko because he was in pain. Emotional pain. The kind that doesn't have a name. He told her he didn't know how to be human."
I felt my throat tighten.
"Hiroko spent months with him. She didn't put him in a cage at first. She just talked to him.
Cooked for him. Sat with him. And then, slowly, she taught him how to be a slave.
She said it was what his soul was asking for.
He needed someone to tell him what to do.
He needed someone to take the burden of choice off his shoulders. He needed to be owned by a kind hand."
"Jesus," Deja said softly.
"He's gentle," Tsukiko said. "He's never been violent with her. He's never been any trouble. He just needs structure. He needs someone to tell him to eat. To drink. To sleep. To go outside.”
“To go outside?” Nika frowned. “He pisses outside like a dog?”
“No.” Ayame chuckled. “Hiroko lives above her club in Tokyo’s red light district. Sometimes, she would let him get dressed like a regular man, go outside, and wander around on his own. She was trying to teach him independence. After a few hours, he comes back in and gets in his cage.”
Nika nodded. "And whoever takes him, what's the legal arrangement?"
"His master gets access to his bank account," Tsukiko said matter-of-factly. "He's signed everything over already. There's a monthly allowance, written by his lawyers. Whoever owns him gets to disburse it. It's legal, formal, and ironclad."
Nika leaned forward. "How much are we talking?"
I rolled my eyes. “Nika.”
Tsukiko grinned. “It’s a lot.”
Nika sat back slowly. Her eyes had narrowed in a way I knew very well. She was calculating his money. "I'll take him."
“Hell no.”
"I'm serious. I'll take him." Nika bobbed her head. "I’m already heading out of here. Your Dragon will be happy the slave is gone. I’ll take. . .what’s his name again?”
Tsukiko answered, “Archer.”
I shook my head. “Girl, I need someone that is going to take this serious and treat him right.”
“I would.”
Tsukiko shrugged. “We could train her while we’re in New York, and in the end, Archer would need to decide. We can ask him today. He can speak English too so this may be a good fit.”
“There you go.” Nika grinned. “We’ll go up to Archer and be like, ‘Eh, are you trying to have a blast in New York or what?’ And if he says, 'yes,' then I'm his master.”
I frowned.
“What?” Nika quirked her brows. “I would do a good job.”
I wasn’t sure if that was true or not, but what I did know was that. . .if he stayed on this island any longer. . .the Dragon would step in.
I sighed. “Well. . .Archer is grown. If he says yes, then Nika is his master and takes him to New York this afternoon.”
“Oh shit.” Nika began swaying in her seat and snapping her fingers. “I’ve always thought I should be a master of somebody.”
Deja looked at me. “Girl. . .this is going to be crazy.”
I know.